ABOUT NOTHING...

Are you crying? he asked.

Sometimes. She said, you have to fall apart a little to know how it all fits together.

Is there blood? he asked.

A little, she said, but I don’t think it’s enough.

Enough for what?

Enough to hurt, she said.

Why would you do something that hurt?

I have to walk through broken things to get there, she said.

Where are you trying to go?

I am looking for the way out, she said.

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